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pawz one - the devils circus lyrics

[intro]
this world is the devil’s circus

[verse 1: pawz one]
this is the devil’s circus working it so perfectly raw
when you crawl performing surgeries with circular saws
they call it appalling and hideous, all of the city is falling prey to this
they ain’t sleepin’ for days, nightmares are made of this
the roar of the engine that keeps the coroner cringin’
i’m after dizzy teens, chase ’em with chainsaws, the grisly scenes
exposed corpses, i’m slow torturing lil yachty
got ’em hanging from hooks while they’re looking for the buried bodies
some in the walls, some in the floors, cover your face, i’m coming for yours
that’s right i’m back again laughing, wearing a rapper’s skin
hack ’em and open abdomens, happy until i trap ’em in the bas+m+nt
introduce ’em to something gruesome and place ’em on the table
scalpel open up your navel, they won’t help you or save you
they just pray by the shallow grave that i gave you

[post+chorus]
“who got a problem?”
“f+ck that!”
“know what i’m sayin’?”
“that type of sh+t’ll get you bucked at!”
“shut your cl!ck down!”
[verse 2: jp tha hustler]
it’s a vicious art ministry, take you out audibly
cop a plea or drop a d but you ain’t finna stoppin’ me
rap snitchin’ b+tches be flippin’ up on the next man
instead of crafting they sk!ll they on that ho scam
i’m on the program switchin’ the dial to something gruesome
twosome, me and pawz k!ll son
you on that pill popping novice you up in your feels
i got my fangs out ready to take me a meal
you a lost boy crossed by the convoy
gre the envoy, bury you in a box, boy
this beat slap like b+lls against your assh0l+
you sounding ass, ho, acting like my last ho
i got the ammo, i don’t need no camo
i’m standing right in your face, i’m ’bout to blast (blawww)

[pre+chorus]
“who got a problem?”
“f+ck that!”
“know what i’m sayin’?”
“that type of sh+t’ll get you bucked at!”
“shut your cl!ck down!”

[chorus: jp tha hustler]
sell your soul for a dollar and a little bit of fame
the ignorant and stupid getting caught up in the game
paying for your streams and a whole lotta views
ain’t no motherf+ckers believing that sh+t is true
sell your soul for a dollar and a little bit of fame
the ignorant and stupid getting caught up in the game
paying for your streams and a whole lotta views
ain’t no motherf+ckers believing that sh+t is true
[outro: jp tha hustler]
true, true, true, true, true

- pawz one lyrics

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